Voices of the Innocent

Things has change, Our world is coming to an end. On our destiny, The wicked now sit. An our hope is gone. Our laughter, has been wiped Away by our sorrows, And we fear for our own shadows. Upon our land, Bloods are shed. On our land the innocent crouch Their tooth with pain for revenge. Whiles we moan our dead, Our food and drinks are taken And our daughters in which The pride of our nation are Restored on are sexually used by them In the name of celebrating our defeated. we pray, cry, whiles they laugh And mock us not noticing, That our is hearing us. Our men has been killed, And we fear for what will happen tomorrow Our heart are heavy, And we are restless. We see but now blind For the tears of pain has make us blind We are helpless, And we need help. We are weak And we need strength.